You don't have to come into contact with the customer to be subjected to their bullshit
Which brings me neatly one of the menial tasks I had to do at my summer. I was working for a small manufacturing firm which made "units" for milking systems (company confidentiality and all that). Anyways, some of these boxed units come back one day for an upgrade, after sitting in a milking shed for a few years.

What you must understand about the boxes these units are housed in, is that they are water tight, except for a couple of shielded vents, which open out to the wall side of the unit, and there's only about 5mm clearance between the end of the vent cover, and the wall.

Despite this piddly, and finnicky opening into the box, there is a phenominal amount of shit in each of about 20 boxes, for which the only explanation is that milking sheds are a bestial scat orgy mixed with a food fight. Even more intriguing are the shit-stains that defy the laws of physics.

Cattle are amazing creatures, but my prefered mode of contact with them is medium-rare.
(Harleif Skankhammer II was killing time at, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 22:13, Reply)